Duke of Grief

? "Who exposed... who exposed..."

The thin Viscount Sander walked in his study, chanting this sentence in his mouth.

His body was cold and sweaty, but he didn't have the mind and energy to wipe it.

The fact that he owned the elf slave was suddenly exposed, but he did not find out which **** was exposed.

After knowing that **** has this level of ability, he immediately lost his mind in accounting. If he wants to deal with people with such ability, he must pay a great price, but he is not willing to pay this kind of ability. cost.

Now he was still wondering if he wanted to kill the two elves, and then he didn't admit it, or he obediently gave them away...

Regardless of the choice, he did not get a good result, but the difference was that one was a bad result and the other was not that bad.

He never considered keeping those two elves in hiding, because he did not know if a knight from the Principality of Sad Wind would kill him.

In the first two years, he was scared enough, but he finally eased it over. He didn’t want to continue to be scared!

Now it is revealed that there are more than one nobles with elven slaves. It is conceivable that this must be a collective action, and it is aimed at these nobles who are not powerful, or they are calculating their enemies. Maybe.

But what he wants to know now is not this, what he is thinking is the perfect solution to this matter!

He locked himself in the study, and now he doesn’t believe anyone, even his wife and children, let alone the staff and brothers who can buy it with money and opportunities, they are all coveting him His wealth and position, he will never give them a chance!

The Viscount Shant's nerves are tense, and the reason why the present incident will appear is that there should be inner ghosts in the family.

If there are no ghosts in the family, how could such secret things be revealed?

Even in the past, having elven slaves can be said to be an aristocrat's unspoken wish, and even a thing that can be used to show off to others, but no one is really so stupid and really shows off to others.

Naturally, Viscount Sande did, but he did not know whether his father or grandfather had shown off to others.

This is the case for the nobility, as long as there is a handle for people to deal with, it may not be dealt with immediately, but one day it will be liquidated.

Either there was an inner ghost, or the father or grandfather had talked about it to others. No matter what the possibility was, Viscount Sande could not relax his vigilance.

This'scandal' was exposed at this critical juncture. It can be said that this time their family had to bleed heavily to ensure the continuation of the family.

The pressure exerted by the elves on the empire is not terrible, and the pressure exerted by the merchants on the nobility is not terrible. The most terrible is those who are calculating them behind them. Those people are very likely to be ‘nobles’ like them!

Someone wants to rob his property. If there are still ghosts in his family, then maybe someone else wants to take his position-having a "little thing" like an elf slave will not let him lose his position, only Only death!

Now that everything is uncertain, the only thing that can be determined is that they have been framed.

Someone will certainly come forward to condemn them, and then those who want to count them must be hidden among the condemners.

What should he do now?

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"Everyone, this is a shame!"

At a dinner, Viscount Gleason grieved and waved his right hand.

"We have just formed an ally with the elven clan, and such scandals broke out. How did we raise our heads in front of our elven friends?"

He looked mournful and did not seem to be hypocritical.

The same is true of other people, no matter what they think in their hearts, on the surface they must show a painful look.

"They are willing to abandon their previous suspicions and are willing to work with us to build a peaceful and beautiful future, but some people have destroyed this beautiful situation at this time-this is the shame of the imperial nobles!"

The words of Viscount Gleason were so beautiful that many people were outraged, and even some people were so excited that they needed to raise their hands to wipe tears from the corners of their eyes.

"Our elf friends said that as long as we put back the elven slaves we once owned, they would be willing to give up hatred, but some people are always eroded by their desires, thinking about getting benefits from our elf friends, and at the same time Elf slaves are hiding deep. How can there be such a cheap thing in the world? Isn't their dirty practices deceiving our most sincere and dearest friends?"

An angry fist waved in front of him, Viscount Gleason shouted to all the nobles present: "Those people need to pay the price, they must pay the price to make up for the spiritual loss of our lovely elf friends! They must make up The loss of the elf slaves hidden by them! They must do this!"

When the voice fell, cheers rang out:

"The Viscount Gleason said that they must pay the price!"

"They have to make up for the loss of elven friends, or where will the integrity of our empire be placed?"

"Punish the unbelievers, their actions affect the credibility of all imperial nobles!"

Like a jungle at night, howling sounds one after another.

The light was like the moonlight, spattered on those arms waving wildly, and the shadow of the branches dancing on the ground was reflected on the ground.

The excited beasts signaled hunting, and Charlie Man, who was far away from the Master Tower, quietly watched the beginning of this good show.

The cold eyes glanced over the people who were carnival in the mirror, but his descendants were the ones who laughed the most.

This is one of the reasons why he and Elba are so enthusiastic about this plan after the plan has begun that it has even reached the point where it must be pushed forward.

"It sucks!"

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"...Go! You let them all go!"

After his forehead was bleed by his master's paperweight, the trembling servant did not dare to say anything, and ran out in the master's roar.

Viscount Rushford's eyes were red with anger, staring straight at the empty room door, and then looked down at the desk.

"what!!!"

Angrily swept away the tabletop, roaring from the room and echoing in the corridor.

No one dared to get close to the study, even the guards stayed away.

After venting, the room soon became quiet again, and Viscount Rashford slumped into his chair.

Those noisy voices have been "buzzing" around your ears, and if you listen to your ears, you can even hear what the people outside the castle are calling:

"...Free our elf friends!"

"Wash the shame..."

"...Compensate for losses..."

Those disturbing voices kept coming from outside the castle, and they could not even keep Viscount Rashford quiet for half a minute.

"what!!!"

The nobleman thumped his fists violently on the table, his face extremely unbearable.

"Come here-go get rid of those untouchables!!!"

But the Viscount Rashford knew it was useless.

How dare a group of pariahs gather in front of a noble castle to make trouble? There must be someone behind to help!

Someone wanted to deal with him! Someone is dealing with them!

"...Damn!" Viscount Rashford screamed like a wild beast~www.NovelMTL.com~ Even if he could drive these untouchables once or twice, even if they were all killed, someone would come. Trouble in front of his castle.

There must be!

"Master, no good!"

At this moment, a servant ran over in a panic and started yelling in panic before entering the door.

Viscount Rashford suddenly raised his head, his eyes resembling a wicked beast met the attendant's eyes, making his voice stop suddenly.

"...What's the matter?" The messy appearance, the tired aristocrat squeezed this sentence out of his teeth.

"Yes, it's an elf!"

After stunned for a while, the attendant remembered why he came, and hurriedly shouted, "The elves are coming!!!"